The king said to Barzillai, “Cross over with me, and I will provide for your old age as my guest in Jerusalem.”
It was Barzillai, a very old man of eighty, who had provided for the king during his stay in Mahanaim; he was a very great man.
If a man were to die, and live again, all the days of my drudgery I would wait for my relief to come.
I tell you, brothers, the time is running out. From now on, let those having wives act as not having them,
you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.